[Hook: Kirko Bangz]I hold my cup up, I let my top downAnd everywhere I look they pourin’ up nowSay shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggasI do this shit for Texas, nigga

I hold my cup up, I let my top downAnd everywhere I look they pourin’ up nowSay shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggasI do this shit for Texas, nigga

[Verse 1: Kirko Bangz]Bitch, I hear ya talkin’You about that shit, then take that offFake ass niggas gotta lay downReppin’ H-Town, now a nigga can’t play that offNiggas came down to the city, stole from the cityHoes from the city like “play that song”These rap niggas know I’m the new niggaBut no nigga gotta put Kirko onBitches know I’m ’bout it, manLove the way that I swang that chromeI be all in her body manEvery bitch that I fuck, I ownUh, while you be tryna marry the bitchAin’t tryna burn, but this money I’m tryna bury quick

[Bridge: Kirko Bangz]Ooh, I’m sippin’ on that purple stuffHo, I ain’t ’bout to pour you upOoh, I’m sippin’ on that purple stuffNigga, I ain’t ’bout to pour you up

[Hook:]I hold my cup up, I let my top downAnd everywhere I look they pourin’ up nowSay shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggasI do this shit for Texas, nigga

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]When I hold my cup up, it’s just like lifting weightsLook like I’m chewin’ instead of sippin’ because this is an 8I don’t want no soda, homie, I’d rather sip it straightI’m an og out that screwed up cliqueKing of the Ghetto, this is my nameI be rollin’ on swangers with candy black paint on ‘emIf it rain, still ain’t gon’ get a stain on ‘emI’m from Texas, you can tell how I talkI’m from Texas, you can tell how I walkSix-piece wing dinner from Frenchy’sKing of the ghetto, ain’t never been friendlyJust put eleven more ounces in meWhenever you see me, my cup ain’t emptySo many fifteens, so many twelves, so many 6-5-9sI’m bangin’ so hard, everybody else bangin’But I don’t give a fuck if they park by mineI’ve got a thunder trunkI keep coughin’ cause I smoke thunder skunkI’ve got the lightning dick, I need thunder c***And I dare any one of y’all niggas to mess with TexasTexas gon’ fuck you up

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]I hold my cup up, I let my top downAnd everywhere I look they pourin’ up nowSay shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggasI do this shit for Texas, nigga

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]First they steal your lighter, then they steal your styleFat Pat is my idol, I’ve got twenty bands on my smileForgot to pay they homage, they just reuse and recycleMan, they lie so much that they don’t know the truthBut they’ll swear to God on the BibleI don’t know where they do that atBut it damn sure ain’t in TexasRidin’ in the ‘Lac down 45, I-10 is my exitI do this shit for the city, swangin’I’ve got wood grain in my LeffriesPimp C is the greatestMotherfucker, talkin’ down is a death wishCodeine is my fetish – pourin’ up is a way of lifeLegend stealer, Jerome BettisYou punk sipper ain’t drakin’ it right8 or all, that’s a day in the lifeOpen trunk, and array of lightsThey used to say this was local shitNow everywhere drinkin’ muddy SpritePour up…

[Hook:]I hold my cup up, I let my top downAnd everywhere I look they pourin’ up nowSay shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggasI do this shit for Texas, nigga

[Verse 4: Slim Thug]I rep for Texas, niggaYou gon’ respect us, niggaWe got ya sippin’ out them white cups like Texas niggasGot ya shinin’ diamond grills like them Texas niggasRappers screwed up and chopped like them Texas niggasYou get the message, nigga? So chop some checks up with usThem broads be tryna get us, cause they know we them niggasShe love my Texas swag, and how I keep it GLet her roll in the slab, she wanna be seen with meI tell her pay that fee, it’s pimpin’ with me, maneExtended, bitch, in Texas, ain’t no sippin’ with me, maneStill drippin’ candy stains, got that drink by the paneCause I’m a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain

[Hook:]I hold my cup up, I let my top downAnd everywhere I look they pourin’ up nowSay shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggasI do this shit for Texas, nigga